TitlelessThe world exploded. The people watched with horror struck faces that quickly turned into glee and shouts. Balloons fell from the ceiling and the music started up. The dance floor erupted in a cascade of rocker monkeys and jigging elephants. Rogar stood off to the side, bobbing his head back and forth to the beat of the music, holding a cup of punch. Soon he was approached by a tall, pretty blond girl wearing a purple dress, with wings sticking out the back. She pulled the drink from his hand and set it on the table next to where he was standing. "Dance?" she asked while pulling him towards the crowd of grinding, sweaty, awkwardly bopping teenagers with the occasional monkey running around. He shook his head desperately, but it was too late, they were in the middle of it. He stood there as people bobbed around him until the girl forgot about him and disappeared into the crowd. &
The Pink GravestoneA tear trickled down her cold cheek and landed on the grey grave leaving a small circle a bit darker then the rest. Ciara had always hated the colour grey.
"Do you know why they make gravestones grey, Kate?"
"Because grey and gravestones sound alike?"
Ciara rolled on her stomach so that her face was above Kate's, "I'm serious Kate."
"So am I," declared Kate.
"I believe that the grey traps them in, making it impossible for the spirits to escape." She sat up, staring at the tombstones that lined the large field.
"That," said Kate sitting up as well, "is absolutely ridiculous."
"That may be so, but I never want my tombstone to be grey, grey is boring. I never want to be another part of the crowd. I refuse to fit in. I was born this way." Ciara said with a wink.
She set the bucket of paint in between her and the tombstone, lying the paintbrush across it, Flamingo Pink, bright, striking, symbolic. The colour that had ch